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My name is Michael Westen.

I used to be a spy until...

- [ Man ] We got a burn notice on you.
You're blacklisted. - [ Whistles ]

[ Michael Narrating ] When you're
burned, you've got nothing...

No cash, no credit,
no job history.

You're stuck in whatever city
they decide to dump you in.

- Where am I? - Miami.

You do whatever work
comes your way.

- You rely on anyone who's still
talking to you: - [ Laughs ]

- a trigger-happy girlfriend...
- Should we shoot them?

An old friend who used to
inform on you to the F.B.I....

You know spies. Bunch
of bitchy little girls.

- family too... - Hey,
is that your mom again?

- if you're desperate... - Someone
needs your help, Michael.

And a down-and-out spy
you met along the way.

That's how we do it, people.

Bottom line: As long as you're
burned, you're not going anywhere.

Unless you're willing to see your girlfriend
go to prison for the rest of her life,

you will do exactly what I say.

Wow. Anson warned
me you were good.

- I guess he was right. - You were
working with Anson the whole time.

You know how Anson is. Once he
gets his claws in you, that's it.

[ Door Slams ]

I'm gonna get you out.

[ Groans ]

[ Muffled Shout ]

Who sent you? I don't know!

But they said they
wanted you dead!

Whoever it is tried to kill you was
working with a dirty-ass guard.

[ Madeline ] Michael, what
the hell is going on?

You went to see Fiona, what,
uh, yesterday afternoon,

and you never bothered
to call me afterwards?

I've been a little busy.

Well, how is she?

She's, uh, holding up.

That may be the most
evasive answer...

you have ever given me.

And you can be pretty evasive. Maddy,
how you doing? Good to see you.

Mike, I'll, uh, meet
you in the car.

[ Door Closes ]

She's important to
me too, Michael.

She's tired,

she's scared...

and she's not eating enough.

And somebody's
trying to kill her.

Who? Probably Anson.

We found a middleman. He's a dirty prison
guard living down in the Everglades.

That's where we're
heading to now.

Do you think he'll
tell you anything?

I know he will.

Okay, so this guy is just
a prison guard, right?

So that's an hour
to get the answers,

four-hour drive back to Miami...

Sam, you got someplace to be?
Yeah.

I'm taking Elsa to
dinner tonight.

One out of every 10 is on me.

[ Michael Narrating ] When you need
to capture a target in a building,

one of the most effective techniques
is known as the hammer and anvil.

First, your team
surrounds the structure,

sealing off all exits.

Then you enter from all points
at once, quickly and quietly.

The goal is to find your
target fast enough...

to avoid a standoff
or a firefight.

It's hard to interrogate
your target...

if he's dealing with
a gunshot wound.

Of course, it's even
harder if he's dead.

[ Michael ] See anything?
Nothing.

Sam.

In the living room.
We've got a body.

[ Groans ]

[ Sam ] Rebecca.

Yell, and you're dead.
Okay. You win. Go.

You first.

Sam!

Rebecca, you don't need to do this.
Don't tell me what I need.

I'm calling the shots here.

Sam! [ Rebecca ] Put
your guns down now!

Becca, don't do this.

Put your guns down, or he dies.

Okay. Get in the car.

Drive. [ Engine Starts ]

[ Michael Narrating ] When
you're abducted at gunpoint,

it's best to approach
it like a blind date.

You want to be an
active listener,

you want to stay positive, and
you want to make a connection.

Want to listen to the radio?

- You can pick the station.
- No, thanks.

[ Michael Narrating ] The more you humanize
yourself in the eyes of your captor,

the harder it will be for
them to pull the trigger.

You picked me 'cause I'm
the cute one, right?

[ Chuckles ] That's it.

Oh, boy. It's my curse.

I'm just too handsome
for my own good.

Where's your phone? We
need to make a call.

Where do you think it is?

I mean, I'd get it, but...

[ Beeps ]

[ Cell Phone Rings, Beeps ]

Sam, are you... It's me, Michael.

[ Beeps ] Rebecca, you didn't
want to stick around and chat?

No. Nothing personal.

And, uh, I'm sorry
about the Charger.

I'm more concerned about my friend.
Yeah, about that...

I'm keeping Sam for a while.

I'll release him the
moment I'm home free,

but until then, I don't want to see your
face or any of your C.I.A. friends.

You do anything stupid, I
dump Sam's body in the swamp.

- [ Beeps ] - [ Jesse ] Well, I
like the part about letting Sam go.

Yeah, if you want to trust a
woman who betrayed the C.I.A....

and tried to send you on a
one-way trip to Liberia.

- Good point. What's the plan?
- There's only one way out of this area.

We hit the road, and
we track her down.

[ Buzzer Sounds ]

[ Inmates Chattering ]

[ Buzzer Sounds ]

[ Door Buzzes, Opens ]

[ Door Closes ]

- [ Clangs ] - Glenanne,
it's chow time.

Let's get moving.

I'm not hungry.

Didn't ask you if you were hungry.
[ Buzzes ]

[ Door Buzzes, Opens ]

[ Michael Narrating ] When you're
marked for death in prison,

you're always anticipating
the next fight.

The earlier you spot a potential adversary,
the better you can defend yourself.

Unfortunately, that's
not always enough.

If you realize you have multiple attackers
coming at you with a coordinated assault,

just defending
yourself won't work.

The only move is to attack.

[ Groans ]

[ Groans ]

- [ Woman ] Get her! Get her!
- [ All Shouting ]

[ Male Guard ] What's
going on down there?

Keep the line moving, ladies.

Move!

Let's go!

[ Chattering ]

- [ Groans ] - [ Male Guard
] You heard him. Let's go.

Vicodin? I don't usually
offer sale prices.

But for you, 10 bucks.
Looks like you need it.

What I need is to know how those women
managed to get switchblades in prison.

[ Ayn ] The sisters can get their
hands on pretty much anything.

They're lifers. They do
contract hits to pass the time.

Same way some girls knit.

Whoever's trying to kill you, they don't
care about keeping it quiet anymore.

Not if they hired those bitches.

My friend is working hard
to get me out of here.

- But first, I have to survive. You gotta
help me, Ayn. - Oh, sorry, criminal.

Not this time. Not with
those two involved.

I might die in prison, but I'd vastly
prefer it be of natural causes.

[ Phone Line Ringing ]

I need the listing of a helicopter
tour company near Flamingo.

[ Woman ] Would you like me to connect you?
Yes. Please connect me.

[ Woman ] Swamp Hawks.
Good morning.

My husband and I are looking
to take a helicopter tour.

Do you have anything this afternoon?
We do, miss. Your name?

Becky Buckner. Okay.

And where exactly
are you located?

Just south of... [ Indistinct ]

- Terrific. We'll see you then.
- Bye-bye now.

Helicopter ride?
That sounds fun.

Pull over.

- Pee break?
- We need a ride your friends haven't seen.

- I'm going car shopping.
- Okay. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Shooting someone on the highway
in the middle of the afternoon?

That's a bad idea. I didn't
ask for your opinion.

You drop a body on the highway,
someone's gonna see it.

That means cops.
That means manhunt.

- You want to get away clean, right?
- And what do you suggest?

** [ Stereo: Country ]

Hey. How you doing?
[ Man ] You okay?

Yeah. Well, you can see
we got a flat here,

and, uh, the stupid
jack is busted.

And problem is, my wife has heatstroke, and
the heat's getting pretty bad here, so...

I got a jack. You can use mine.
Oh, great. Thanks, man.

Appreciate it. Thanks for stopping.
We sure appreciate that.

[ Door Closes ]

- Ow! What the hell? If you want my...
- Stay quiet.

We only have a few seconds, so
you can't ask any questions.

Now that woman over there... she
kidnapped me. She's got a gun.

Are you gonna kill me?
No questions.

Okay, now, there's a guy who's gonna
find you. His name is Michael Westen.

And when he does, you're
gonna say "Helicopter tour."

Got that? Repeat it.
Helicopter tour.

- I'll be taking these.
- Do we have a problem?

No. We have keys. I was just thanking our
friend here for generously donating his truck.

We appreciate it, sir.

Was that really necessary? Shove
him in the trunk of the car.

Let's get the hell out of here.

All right. Figure we left the house 15 minutes
after they did. Sam's trying to stall.

You're driving... fast.

Wish we had some way of knowing
we were still on their tail.

Like Rebecca's car?

That'll work.

- [ Banging ] - [
Muffled Shouting ]

[ Trunk Pops ]

She wanted to kill me.
I could tell.

There wasn't nothing behind those eyes.
Like a damn barracuda.

What about the guy with her?
Did he say anything?

- That depends. You Michael Westen?
- Yeah.

He said to tell you,
"Helicopter tour."

She was closing in... Did
I mention her eyes?

[ Jesse ] Yeah. Like a barracuda.
You did.

Tell you what. Here. You sit tight.
We'll get you a cab.

Get yourself a steak
dinner, okay?

The closest helicopter tour place is
in Flamingo. It's about an hour away.

An hour away? Take Old Porter Road.
You could make it there in 40.

Get some dessert too.

[ Sam ] Rebecca, I know
you're not a big talker,

but I gotta ask, why
you doing this?

Mike showed me your C.I.A. file.
You were a model agent.

Is this where you tell me that deep
down inside, I'm just a Girl Scout?

I just figured you were smart enough to
realize that your buddy Anson is on the run.

He's out of strings to pull, and here
you are sticking with the losing team.

Seems like you're forgetting
who's holding the gun.

Honestly, I just don't understand the guy's
appeal. And what's the big picture here?

- You try and take out Fi... - Okay, okay.
Enough with the questions.

- Step on it. - You sure?

I said step on it.

[ Engine Revving ]

[ Michael Narrating ] There's a reason spies
try to stick to the speed limit in operations.

When the stakes are high enough,

a simple speeding ticket can be a
life-or-death matter for you...

Or for the police officer who's
just trying to do his job.

[ Siren Wailing ]

[ Sam ] You said step on it.

- [ Chatter On Police Radio ] - I knew
I should have shot that fisherman.

If he reported this
truck stolen...

[ Sam ] We took his phone,
and we left him in a trunk.

You think he reported
us with telepathy?

We'd know for sure if he was dead.
Just relax.

The officer's just making
us sweat a little.

Either you get rid
of him, or I do.

Okay. Just let me
deal with this.

License and registration. Good
afternoon, Officer. How you doing?

There you go.

Sam Axe, hmm? Yes, sir.

Can I ask why you're driving a truck
that belongs to... Edward Rousch?

Oh, well, Ed's my boss.
I'm just borrowing it.

Then we need to give him a call.

Um... Okay, well,
that's a problem,

see, 'cause if Ed finds
out about this car,

he'll know where his wife is.

Now I'm sure you get an earful all day
long about people's sob stories...

Don't bother. You were driving
25 miles over the speed limit.

What are we gonna do?
Ed's gonna lose it.

Don't worry about it.
We will get you...

to your sister's
or someplace safe.

Okay? Her husband has
a horrible temper.

Sorry. Not my concern.

He's gonna kill me if
he finds me this time.

I'm dead.

Look. I know it was a bad idea to take
Ed's truck, but mine was in the shop,

and, well, just...

After seeing a lady like
this, sweet and innocent,

getting knocked around like that, you
think I'm just gonna sit on my hands?

Officer, please. Look, this one
time, if you could just...

look the other way, boy, we
would sure appreciate it.

[ Sighs ]

Just watch the lead
foot, will ya?

[ Sam ] Yes, sir. I'm not
the only cop on the road.

Thank you, Officer.

There you go. Not even a ticket.

Now you gonna go back to threatening
the guy who just saved your ass?

Stop fishing for compliments.
Let's get going.

[ Chattering ]

[ Woman On P.A., Indistinct ]

I do love winning, but it's less fun if you
aren't paying enough attention to notice.

The guards don't even
look at those two.

The sisters don't get watched.
They don't get searched either.

They could own the whole block with
what they've got in their cells.

And those guards know it. They're just too
scared or too dirty to go looking for it.

What if their cells did get tossed?
What then?

Those two would be getting their meals
through the chuck hole for months.

But the only way that's gonna
happen is a block-wide shakedown.

You get enough guards down here
at once, all bets are off.

Sounds like I need a shakedown.
Can you arrange that?

Could I? Sure.

Will I? Hell no.

No reason to lose
everything in my cell.

I would compensate
you for your losses.

Listen, criminal, I like you,
but I like my business more.

Your move.

You have to have a price.

Fine. Maybe there is something.

You got people in Miami, right?

My ex-husband has this package.

Need it picked up,
delivered here.

A package? What's the catch?

The catch is my ex. Winner of biggest
bastard in Florida, 40 years running.

My friends are very resourceful.

My deliveries come in through the 9:00 a.m.
guard shift change.

If my package makes it here by
then, you'll get your shakedown.

- And the sisters... they'll be on
their way to the hole. - Deal.

[ Phone Rings ]

Hello?

[ Woman ] You have a collect call from an
inmate at Allarod Federal Penitentiary.

This call will be
recorded and monitored.

Press 1 to accept. [ Beeps ]

- Fiona, honey?
- Madeline, it's good to hear your voice.

You too! Are you okay?

You know how Michael is. I
barely got two words out of him.

I'm fine.

I need to get a message to Michael.
It's urgent.

Honey, Michael's in the
Everglades working on, uh,

well, something we probably shouldn't
be talking about on this line.

This has to happen fast,
otherwise... Okay, listen.

Give me the details, all right?
We'll work it out.

He needs to pick up a package
and bring it to the prison.

[ Michael ] All right. Swamp
Hawks Helicopter Tours.

Looks like we got here first.

This place couldn't be worse for
setting a trap to grab Sam.

Maybe if we hide
behind that shack?

[ Michael ] Not enough cover.
Maybe those trees?

[ Jesse ] Nah. They won't pass
close enough to the trees.

You're right. We need
to get to that chopper.

Okay. I think the pilot might
have something to say about that.

I'll take care of him.
You hide the car.

- Afternoon. How's it going?
- Can I help you?

Yep. Derek Huber, F.A.A.

Bill Padover. What's going on?

Some ridiculous complaints. Thought I'd
come down here and check it out in person.

[ Chuckles ] Complaints?
About me?

Yeah. Clipping trees, landing near
power lines... that kind of thing.

- What?
- I already pulled your file, Bill.

- This doesn't sound like you at all.
- Exactly. I would never do that.

Who made those complaints?
Oh, some folks last week...

from up north?

Uh, the c-couple from Virginia?

Couple from Virginia. They also reported
that you had booze on your breath.

They said I was drunk?
Bill, I'm on your side.

It's their word against ours.

Help me fill out this report.
You got your level five?

- My level five? That's at home.
- Oh, you better go get it.

- Now? No, I have a tour.
- Already postponed it.

Talked to the gal
at the front desk.

Good news is she's got your back.
Disputed the worst of the complaints.

Worst complaints? What
are you talking about?

You don't even want
to know, Bill.

These jackasses don't realize
your career is at stake!

Clock's ticking. How long is it gonna
take you to get to your house?

[ Sighs ] I can be
back in 45 minutes.

Let's do it. Thanks
for your help.

Sure.

[ Engine Starts ]

Thanks for driving. Let's go.

- Where are we flying to?
- I'll worry about that.

- Okay. - First we get out of here,
then I'll figure out what's next.

You just smile and be
on your best behavior.

Or you shoot me? Honey,
you're learning.

Hi. Welcome to Swamp Hawks.
Y'all have an appointment?

Yes. Hi. I called earlier.
Becky Buckner.

Oh, sure thing. Oh, this must be your
husband. Hi there. I'm Marydale.

Hi. I'm Chuck. Nice to meet you.

Well, your copter is spit-polished
and all ready to go,

so you just have to fill out
a little paperwork, please.

Oh. Uh, well, Becky just loves
paperwork, don't you, dear?

Oh, well, that's okay, Chucky. You can
just take care of this one for me.

Is the chopper fully fueled in
case we want to stay out longer?

Uh, okay. Can do.

Costs a little extra, but you
can't put a price on a memory.

Oh. [ Chuckles ] Well, neither
of us are gonna forget today.

That's for sure. That's right.

[ Michael Narrating ] As any
crisis negotiator knows,

only about one in five hostages
survives a rescue attempt.

If you're the hostage, you'd
like to improve those odds,

which means figuring out where
your rescue's coming from...

and getting yourself out
of the line of fire.

Of course, if your captor is
every bit as trained as you are,

even the slightest attempt to adjust
your position might be noticed.

Don't you want to walk next to me,
Chuck, on such a special day?

Marydale, is there any chance we can get a
photo with the pilot before we take off?

You know, for the scrapbook. Oh, of course,
sweetie. Bill, come out for a photo.

Bill, you got cotton
in your ears?

I don't know what's
up with Bill.

I might have an idea.

[ Marydale Screams ] Oh, my God!

[ Marydale Screams ]

You know the problem
with our relationship?

I hate your friends. Come on.

Jesse, run!

[ Engine Starts ]

You trying to make me shoot you?

All you had to do was
get on that chopper.

Oh, yeah. I'm supposed
to trust you, right?

Yeah, it worked out great for
the prison guard, didn't it?

- Not to mention anyone who ran into
your friend Anson. - He's not my friend.

Oh, yeah. Okay. Your friend,
your... Your partner, whatever.

We all know what happens when
you're done with people.

I can be done with
you right now.

Yeah, you know what? Maybe you should
just go ahead and pull that trigger.

That way you won't have anything
to hold over Mike anymore,

and you can just add me to that list
of bodies you've been dropping.

Shut up. Shut up. How
many is it, huh?

I said shut up! You think you know me?
You don't know anything.

I never wanted any of this. I work
for Anson because if I don't,

my brother dies.

- I didn't know that. - Shut up.

[ Tires Squealing ]

Damn it.

I'll see if I can slow her down.

Hold on.

Hang on.

[ Jesse ] Easy, Mike. This thing
is held together with duct tape.

[ Michael ] She's
not getting away.

Rocks! Rocks!

- [ Engine Pops ] - [ Jesse
] That does not sound good.

[ Michael ] It'll be okay.

[ Jesse ] And there
goes the radiator.

Damn it!

Look, Mike, seriously, it's
time to call the C.I.A.

We're not calling the C.I.A.!
We're not calling the police!

She sees a roadblock, she kills Sam.
He's better off on his own.

Well, in case you hadn't noticed,
right now, he is on his own.

- That's why we need to fix the
car and find him. - Right. Right.

Well, the good news is we got her
cornered in the world's biggest swamp.

A little help? [ Sighs ]

- [ Buzzer Sounds ] - [
Man On P.A., Indistinct ]

[ Sighs ]

I made the call. You'll
get your package.

Look at you. A mover
and a shaker.

I guess the question is,
when's it getting here?

Well, I told them about the shift change,
but it may take a little longer.

Whenever's fine with me.
I got nothing but time.

But if it gets here after 9:00, you'll be
spending another day dodging the sisters.

Oh, that's what I wanted
to talk to you about.

I need the cell tossed
as soon as possible.

If you can call for
the shakedown first...

That's not how it
happens, criminal.

- Do you think I built this business by working
on credit? -We're only talking a few hours.

We're not changing the deal.

And a little free
business advice...

Never negotiate from a
position of weakness.

I hope your friends are
as good as you say.

[ Phone Beeping ] [ Chattering ]

[ Line Ringing ]

[ Michael's Voice ]
Leave a message.

[ Beeps ]

[ Chattering Continues ]

[ Knocking ]

You lost, Grandma? Um,
you don't know me.

Ayn sent me. I'm here...

I know what you're here for.

Come in.

Thank you.

So, uh, do you have it?

Oh, yeah, yeah. Of course.

So, how you know Ayn?

Oh, uh, she's... a
friend of a friend.

Would you mind? Could I have
one of your cigarettes?

Sure. You can have a cigarette.
Thanks.

But you know what
you can't have?

You can't have the package.

[ Groans ] What was
Ayn thinking, huh?

Sending an old lady? She thought
I was gonna feel sorry for you?

Look, I can't leave
here without it.

If you need money,
I can... Shut up!

That last guy who came
here for this package...

left here without his teeth.

[ Cackles ]

Don't worry.

I'm gonna leave your teeth
right where they are.

You can give Ayn a
message for me.

Tell that bitch if
she wants her stuff,

she better come and
get it herself.

Now get out of here.

- Looks like we found a ride.
- Uh, something tells me...

those airboats are not for sale.

Oh, I'm a pretty good negotiator.
Oh, boy.

What now?

You see the industrial air filtration
system? The chemical vats?

That means our rednecks are either
opening up a dry cleaners...

in the middle of fricking
nowhere, or they're cooking meth,

which means, after they
shoot you in the face,

they're not gonna be too friendly
to the guy zip-tied in the truck.

If I'm shot in the face, I don't think I'll
care too much how nice they are to you.

Okay, wait. How about if
we come up with a plan...

where nobody gets dead, okay?

Just wait for the rednecks to go
back inside their crappy trailer,

and we'll pretend that
it's a... a police raid.

Actually, I got a better idea. And you'll
be happy to know it doesn't involve guns.

[ Michael Narrating ] The standard
M112 demolition charge...

contains 1.25 pounds of C-4.

When the charge is detonated,

the explosive is converted
into compressed gas,

and the shock wave rips through
anything within 16 feet.

Which means that if five of those
charges are in your backpack,

anyone within a city block
is in your blast radius too.

[ Chattering ]

- Hey. - What the...

Who's that?

[ Guns Cocking ]

Hey, hey. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Uh, guys, easy.
Stay right there.

Don't shoot.

Didn't you see the sign? Oh, yeah.
I saw the sign.

But, guys, we need to talk.

- You must have a death wish.
- Uh, no. No. Not at all.

I just think the best way to explain things
to you guys is to look in my backpack.

And... be gentle.

What the hell is it?

Uh, well, that's
five bricks of C-4.

- Huh? - That's enough explosive
to make a very big crater...

right where we're standing...

and leave tiny pieces of
us all over your property.

And you want to
know the bad news?

The bad news is, I don't even
have the detonator. [ Chuckles ]

Psycho woman over there in the
truck... She decides when we go boom.

So you think you can walk in here
with that bomb and rip us off?

No, see, here's the thing. She
doesn't want your guns...

or your drugs or
your chemistry set.

She just wants an airboat...

and for you guys to clear
out until after we're gone.

Sounds to me like you're giving
us orders... on our property!

Well... [ Gunshots ]

Whoa!

- [ Shouting ] - Get over there!
Move!

- Look out! - [
Gunshots Continue ]

[ Man Shouting, Indistinct ]

Make her stop
shooting, right now!

I can't! If she blows us
all up, it's your fault.

I told you to run!

[ Man ] Move it! Move it!

[ Gunshots Continue ]

- [ Tires Squealing ]
- [ Man ] Get down!

Move! [ Gunshots ]

Okay, you can stop
with the shooting!

[ Gunshot, Ricochet ]

No one got dead. Congrats.

In retrospect, I like
your first plan better.

Well, there's always next time.

I'm gonna go check on our ride.
Oh, and, uh, dear?

Don't do anything stupid.

[ Beeping ]

[ Beeps ]

[ Cell Phone Rings, Beeps ]

- Hello? - Yeah. Mike, it's me.
We only have a couple seconds.

- Are you okay? Where are you?
- Okay, listen real careful.

You take the first left
past mile marker 17.

You go a couple of miles, and you take
a right, then you take the third left.

You go down about a half a mile.

You're gonna see a No Trespassing
sign on a property near the water.

- That's your gate.
- All right. We'll find you.

Mike, we're not
gonna be here long,

so if we're not here, call
the C.I.A., call anyone,

but we're gonna
be in an airboat.

No, Sam. We make
those calls and...

Mike, I'm gonna be
dead either way.

Just get here as soon as
you can, okay, brother?

[ Beeps ]

[ Beeping ]

[ Beeps ]

[ Line Ringing ]

This is Elsa. Get to it.

Hey, Elsa. It's, uh, Sammy.

[ Voice Breaking ] Listen, um...

I don't think I can get there
for dinner tonight, so, uh...

I mean, I'll try and
call you later, but...

In case I don't, uh,

I just wanted to say
I... I love you, baby.

[ Pistol Cocks ] [ Beeps ]

And now you're
calling other girls?

Here I thought we had
something special.

[ Gunshot ]

- You sure it was the third left?
- I'm sure.

Hang on.

Hold on. Right there.
Right there.

Sam!

Sam!

Sam.

Sam. Sam.

Sam. [ Groans ]

You okay?

[ Groans ] Yeah, I'm
okay, but Rebecca, she...

- She's chartered a boat. You guys can
catch her. - I'm on it. I'm on it.

- Where the hell's the... -
What are you looking for?

It was a backpack thingy. It had a
bomb in it. She made me wear it.

She might have taken it with her.
Oh, crap.

Mike, how bad is it? Is
Elsa gonna freak out?

- No, it looks fine.
- Thank God she didn't hit my chin.

[ Airboat Engine Whirring ]

[ Engine Starts ]

[ Michael Narrating ] Airboats are built
light, with the least material possible,

which is great if you want to
skim quickly across the water.

But it's problematic in a gunfight when
you don't have anything to hide behind.

You want to make sure you
fire first and last.

Of course, there's
no need to hide...

when you've been
chasing a decoy.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

[ Beeps ] Jesse?

She's not on the boat.
She rigged it somehow.

Where'd she go? I have no
idea, but she's not here.

Well, if she's not on
the boat, how did she...

Mike. Mike, you there?

[ Phone Beeps ] Sam.

I think I found where
the backpack bomb is.

Rebecca!

Rebecca, you win!

I'm putting the gun
on the ground!

Don't worry.

I wasn't gonna detonate it
until you got a little closer.

[ Beeps ] Get a little closer.

I'm the one that you want.
Let Sam go.

No, Mike. Stay there. Rebecca, listen
to me. You're making a big mistake.

Sorry, Sam. You're too late.

Just listen to me!

You hate Anson.

You hate him at least as much as we do.
I saw it in your eyes.

But he's desperate now,
so how's this gonna end?

He's either gonna kill you, or he's gonna
keep using your brother to manipulate you.

Don't talk about my brother! He's
got nothing to do with this!

He's got everything
to do with it.

Let us help you. Help
us take Anson down.

- We'll keep your brother safe.
- You think I'm gonna trust you?

Come on. You don't
want to do this.

You didn't shoot me in the car. You
didn't blow me up an hour ago.

Enough! You don't know me.

I do, Rebecca. I know you
better than you think.

I know what it's like to
save someone close to you...

by selling your soul
a piece at a time.

I know what it feels like...

to wonder if there is a way out.

You say you can't trust us.

You can trust us a hell of a lot
more than you can trust Anson.

But there's only one way
to finish this for good.

We have to take him
down together.

There's nothing you can do.

You're wrong.

There's nothing I won't do.

[ Breathing Heavily ]

Well, that was easy.

Michael, you've been driving all night.
You haven't even changed your clothes.

- Are you sure you want to do this?
- Knock on the door,

let him see you and
step to the side.

Fiona said 9:00 a.m. Even if we left in
five minutes, it's not gonna be enough...

Knock on the door, let him see
you and step to the side.

[ Chuckles ] Back again.

You must not like
your teeth much, huh?

[ Groans ]

- Where's the package?
- What package?

[ Groans ] Where is it?

There! The left drawer!

It's locked. Where's the key?

Okay, okay, okay! The jar.
There. There.

[ Groans, Yelps ]

I got it.

It better be the right key.
Yeah.

Is this it? Is this Ayn's?

Yeah! Michael, let's go.

Michael, we've gotta go now!

- [ Bone Snaps ] - [ Screams ]

- What the hell was that for?
- That was for my mom.

[ Groaning ]

[ Door Buzzes, Opens ]

[ Chattering ]

- [ Male Guard ] You back in D Block?
- [ Female Guard ] Yeah.

[ Michael Narrating ] There are
certain fights you can't hope to win.

Your only goal is to
not lose too badly.

[ Male Guard ] Copy that. Let's
get 'em moving, all right?

Surviving a beating from
multiple attackers...

is about avoiding
the worst blows.

You protect your head, do your
best to stay on your feet...

and, most of all, you
hope for a miracle.

- [ Alarm Blaring ] - [ Man On P.A.
] Cellblock 9, complete lockdown.

Cell check. Against the wall.
Against the wall. Now.

- [ Man ♪2 ] Clear! Clear! - [
Man ♪1 ] Back it up. Back it up.

- Back against the wall. - [
Man ♪2 ] Move it. Move!

[ Man ♪1 ] Against the wall.
Toss 'em real good, gentlemen.

[ Man ♪2 ] Against the wall.

[ Man ] We got multiple weapons.

[ Alarm Continues ]

- Oh, you bitch! - [
Switchblade Clicks ]

- Don't do it. Don't do it.
- [ Whistles Blowing ]

Relax. On your knees.

Stand up. Stand up.

Get up! You're dead!
You are so dead!

Relax! Get off of me!

That was really stupid.

[ Alarm Continues ] Relax.

I'm glad you made it, criminal.

Your people took their sweet
time with my delivery.

And what were they
delivering exactly?

It must have been important to
be worth losing your stash.

It was.

You know, I've been thinking about that
damn package for the last 24 hours.

The least you can do is
tell me what was in it.

This was my mother's.

It's beautiful.

She died while I was in here.

Only person who ever really loved me,
and I couldn't even go to her funeral.

That's all she had to leave me.

They gave it to Eddie since
we never got a real divorce.

He wouldn't give it to me.
Blames me for his brother dying.

Why?

'Cause I shot him.

I have one more
question for you.

Sorry. You're way past
your quota for the day.

You said that the box had to arrive
before the 9:00 a.m. shift change.

There's no way it
got here in time.

Maybe it did.

Or maybe I thought I'd see if I
remember what trust feels like.

You guys wanted the
impossible task, you got it.

This photo was taken
six months ago.

It's my brother Trent.

You have to find him.

And you can't tell the C.I.A.
about any of this because...

they're not my biggest fans.

All righty. Little game
of global manhunt.

Let's get started.
Who took the photo?

No idea. Anson sent it to me.
He sent me all these photos.

Trent lived in Miami
until three years ago,

and then he had to
go off the grid.

And only that bastard
Anson knows where he is.

I have tried every possible
way of tracking him down,

but if Anson even so
much as sees me looking,

Trent's dead.

We'll find your brother.

You better.